The Notebook Rating Novels & Stories

Not for the FBI. Not for Victor. For me. Victor’s voice echoed in my head again. *Then decide who you believe.* I looked down at the container again. The rest of the files were being catalogued now. Removed one by one. Handled with gloves. Placed into evidence bags. Structured. Controlled. But the notebook— The notebook felt different. Agent Bennett noticed. Her gaze settled on it. “That will need to be processed.” I didn’t respond immediately. My fingers tightened slightly.

"It's a love story. We both have the same names of the two main leads." "You're joking." "It's called 'The Notebook'. The movie is almost ending. Want to hear the full story?" Even still in awe, I nod, not removing my eyes from the screen. "At a modern day nursing home, an elderly man, Duke, reads a romantic story from his notebook to a fellow elderly patient," he begins, his voice strong and steady. "In 1940, South Carolina, poor lumber-mill worker Noah Calhoun sees seventeen year old Allison Hamilton at a carnival, pursues her and they have a summer romance."

The knowing saw. Don wrote this in the notebook. The notebook was the small black one he carried on walks—the one that had replaced the previous small black notebook, which had filled up and been retired to the study, where it sat on the shelf with the other filled notebooks from the thirty-two years. The accumulation of notebooks. The accumulation of observations. The accumulation of the seeing.

Nina begins to not adapt to his tone, "Lucien, what's your bad idea? Why do you become so tender and considerate?" "I have a good proposal. Do you want to hear it?" "What proposal?" "In the e-disk of the notebook, there is a folder called 'brilliant'. There are some videos in it, which are absolutely more wonderful than this movie. I'm sure you will like it!" "Oh yeah?" Nina is doubtful. "Just look at it. Baby, don't miss me too much after watching the videos!" Lucien hangs up with a smile. "What the hell? Why laughing so obscenely..." As Nina mutters curiously, she opens the 'brilliant' folder in the notebook.

"How about that bath now" The Notebook had to be be played for the third time tonight. Seating in the tub, my back leaning against Fabrico, his hands roamed up and down my arms gently. He'd set in the mood for a good bath. The lights were dim and we were watching a movie like our very own personal tub cinema. Close to the ending, I'm crying and Fabrico just keeps stroking my arm and kissing my neck. It calms me, but it also turns me on. I get the feeling he even knows what he's doing.

I guess I could get a good enough view of her there… Oh gosh, Anya, that’s so gross. I just shake off the thought and decide to unroll the bag. As I do so, I stumble upon something. I look below me and near my right knee is Sadie’s notebook, slightly ajar. I took them and lay them on the side so I could straighten the sleeping bag. After that, I went back to my place, taking the notebook with me. It is a medium-sized hardbound notebook. It is coated in black but there are a few statements written in what seems like a cut-out white paper taped on the hardbound. Some words have exclamation points, question marks, swear words written in all uppercase, and other words like Shh!, Quiet! It’s Not

With that, she rose abruptly and stated, "Orion's asleep. I shouldn't leave him alone for too long. I'll head back now." … Nick was left alone in the study. His smile faded slightly. His gaze dropped to the scattered documents on the table. Then, a quiet chuckle escaped him. "You've turned me down again," he murmured. Nick walked over to the desk, retrieved a small leather-bound notebook, and opened it. Most of the pages were still blank. On the first two pages, written neatly in red ink, were the numbers "one" and "two". He flipped to the third page and wrote a "three" in the same red ink. Then he closed the notebook, set it aside, and removed his glasses. Leaning back in the chair, he pinc

He flipped through it, and every page of the notebook was filled with words, written neatly and elegantly. He turned his head and said, "Mom, I found a notebook!" Yasmine had just finished blow-drying his hair. She turned off the switch and placed it on the countertop, then took the notebook from Layne's hand. This is a pink notebook that is approximately three centimeters thick, with a matte leather cover and a very good texture. Yasmine opened it, and on the title page it said, "To my beloved daughter." The time was recorded four years ago.

My breathing turned erratic as I read the short note attached to the picture. 'Don't wander alone in the forest, Serenity. You could get hurt' ... Please vote and leave a review of what you think. Lots of love